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When Noah woke up his memory was hazy. His bakery looked like a bomb had gone off. His stock shelves were empty, flour everywhere, but his shelves were piled high, overflowing with yummy treats and the fridge seemed to be filled with bowls for fresh whipped cream and milkshakes. A green light was flashing on the ice-cream machine, now ready to dispense its delicious creamy load of chocolate marshmallow swirl ice-cream, his own special recipe. He blinked and staggered to his feet, amazed at how much food surrounded him. What did I do? Am I going nuts? I’ve wasted all my ingredients! I’ll never be able to sell all this food! he lamented.

A reply seemed to come out of thin air, whispering, sending a chill down his spine…

… she wants to eat, eat, eat it all …

He took an Aspirin and hopped into the shower to try and wake up a little better. He swore he could still hear that disturbing voice in his mind, just barely under the sound of the running water. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

…hurry! hurry! Piggy’s hungry! ...

Noah hummed to himself loudly to drown it out.

With a stack of boxes crammed full of assorted muffins, waffles, pancakes, donuts and other varies treats set off across the driveway to Ally’s house. As he approached the front door he heard a thunderous belch come from inside. In his exhaustion last night he must have accidentally left her front door wide open. He poked his head around the doorframe and got such a shock he nearly dropped the boxes.

There sat Ally at her kitchen table gorging herself surrounded by boxes and boxes of treats, only she looked quite different from the last time he saw her. She had gotten much, much FATTER! She looked like she could have gained fifty pounds over night! Gone was the chubby neighbour he was so fond of, now replaced by at least two hundred and fifty pounds of solid fat girl! The area around the couch was a disaster zone of crumpled open boxes and empty milkshake cups, and it looked like she’d nearly finished all the boxes on and around the table. Had she actually managed to eat all of the food he’d prepared last night in one sitting?!

“Ally? Oh my god Ally! Are you okay?!” he asked in awe.

She looked up and saw him gawking with his jaw wide open and blushed.

“Oh Noah I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I can’t stop!” she spoke, her voice trembling as she crammed another éclair past her plump sugar encrusted lips.

… It’s because you’re a big fat greedy piggy! … Noah heard the voice rumble cruelly in his ear. He tried to shake it off, far more concerned about what was happening to Ally. He walked slowly forward through the debris of her monumental feast, blinking his eyes in disbelief not knowing quite what to say. Her pyjamas looked like they were painted on, the buttons pulled taught against her middle, her chub was peeking out between them She looked so cute all plump and round but she was also clearly distressed about it. An audible gurgle came from her belly. Breathing hard she frantically rummaged through all the boxes surrounding her until she found one that still had a couple of chocolate éclairs in it. She grabbed one in each hand cramming the first one more than halfway into her mouth.

She spoke with her mouth full, “I just don’t know what’s gotten into me the past few of weeks! <gulp!> I keep eating, and eating, and eating, I just can’t seem to stop! <swallow … mmm oh god!> I just never get full! <munch!> Oh God what will I do? I never meant to get this fat!” guilty tears were beginning to well in her eyes as she opened her mouth wide and crammed the last of the éclairs into her mouth. She wiped some cream from her slight double chin and sucked it off her finger, seeming to breathe a small sigh of relief as she swallowed the final bite, as if the éclairs were just enough to tide her over, for now.

She lay back in her chair groaning and clutching her belly. Noah couldn’t help but stare in disbelief that she’d actually porked up to such an extent, entirely via the extreme caloric content of his food. He almost found it endearing that she enjoyed his confectionary to such an extent. He felt mesmerised by her gorgeous curves and rounded face. He couldn’t help himself he knelt down next to her chair and poked her round belly to make sure it was real. A tell tale gasp and a deep blush from Ally let him know exactly how much she had enjoyed it. Noah wasn’t sure if it was lack of sleep, or just purely his incredible state of heightened arousal, but he suddenly felt completely overwhelmed with desire.

…Heh! Heh! Heh!... the strange voice laughed slowly as Noah took a deep breath, the words that came out didn’t feel like his own but he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed saying them,

“I don’t know why you’re surprised, you’ve been eating like a pig all month!”

Ally visibly stiffened. She tried to pull an innocent puzzled expression,

“W-What do you mean? No one gains this much weight over night! What is happening to me?”

“Oh don’t tell me you haven’t noticed that you’ve been eating an impossible amount of food every day for the past week,” Noah scoffed.

“I-I… it wasn’t that much, I’ve just been really bored and hungry since I hurt my ankle is all,” she tried to remember what excuse she’d given herself and that was the best she could come up with.

“Come on, your ankle was completely better a week ago! No, you’ve been a greedy, lazy little hippo and now it’s caught up to you, that’s what’s happened,” Noah could barely believe the words coming out of his mouth.

Ally was breathing hard, clearly conflicted about what she was hearing.

“B-But this is impossible! How could…”

“What did you have to eat yesterday?” he cut her off sternly.

“I-I can’t remember,” Ally said weakly, her going face red, her knees trembling.

“Okay then I’ll tell you,” Noah flipped open a little deliveries notebook, “I made a list, for inventory purposes, because you’ve been eating up my entire stocks,” he said discerningly, “Now let me see here, for breakfast you had a deep pan triple cheese pizza, oh that’s a very healthy start to the day!” he quipped sarcastically, “followed by an entire tub of caramel chunk ice-cream, wow blubber-guts I think you just exceeded your recommended daily calorie intake right there already! Oh my god and then you still had room for waffles with chocolate sauce and cream?! Jesus fatty and we’re not even at brunch yet!”

Ally was mortified as Noah continued to reel off all the food items she’d eaten in the last twenty-four hours. It was a lot. A lot more than she expected. A lot more than she thought could have been possible when listed all at once, but she could shamefully remember every bite as he continued to read her the list. All of it sinfully fattening, every excessive dish reminding her what a glutton she’d really been. It was so humiliating. But to add to the surreal-ness, Ally could no longer deny that Noah’s sharp tone was turning her on. With every food item he listed, every little comment he made, she strangely felt herself becoming more and more excited. Before he was half way through she found herself having to stifle the odd little whimper or moan.

Noah continued to read his list with a mocking grin on his face,

“… a large sweet pretzel, 6 mini pink frosted cupcakes, jam and coconut filled of course. TWO large butterscotch cheesecakes! TWO? One just wasn’t enough ay piggy? A triple layer vegetarian lasagne with three types of cheeses! What the hell glutton guts? That thing was HUGE! I could barely lift it out of the oven! If I wasn’t so appalled I’d be impressed that you are still able to move after eating that thing!”

Ally began to moan in pleasure. Noah smiled feeling exhilarated. He scooted around behind her chair and tentatively poked the soft lower bulge of her over-hanging love handle. She moaned and bit her lower lip as it quivered from his touch. Ally trembled as he whispered into her ear,

“Six litres of chocolate pudding and whipped cream, and four litres of caramel marshmallow swirl ice-cream, you greedy, greedy, fat, fat, FAT girl!”

He slowly slid his hands under her straining pyjama top and up around the sides of her belly, letting his fingers slip in between a few small recently formed rolls of flab at her sides. Ally didn’t protest, she seemed to move her arms and shoulders ever so slightly to bunch her rolls up around his fingers just a little more.

He leaned over her shoulder and whispered into her ear,

“Too much food! That, is why you’ve gotten so FA-T!” punctuating the ‘T’ in fat so that he could give her side rolls a little pinch at the same time.

Ally gasped, her eyes were closed. He could feel her panting ever so gently.

“FAAAT!” he teased, giving her middle a big squeeze from the sides as he over pronounced the ‘A’ sound.

Ally groaned in pleasure. Her belly was so full and it needed a rub, but more importantly she could feel an intense rush of pleasure flow through her body with every cruel poke, prod and squeeze.

Noah continued massaging her gut as he spoke loudly,

“Oh you’ve been such a fun little experiment Ally. I suspected you were a glutton the first day I brought you some donuts,” leaning in and whispering, “they were supposed to last you till the rest of the week porky!” and then speaking normally, “but I never imagined you’d become such an out of control gluttonous mess! Christ look at all this blubber! This is shameful!” he sunk his fingers into her soft rounded belly hard like a claw. Ally gasped, and then began to moan involuntarily as he gave it a shake.

“Hahaha! How disgusting! Look how much of you jiggles when I do that!” he laughed, continuing to shake her belly with one hand and pointing out various places on her arms, hips, buttocks and legs that were sent rippling by poking or pinching them.

Ally was trying to clear her head and make sense of all this. She’s had so many weird sex dreams in the past week that she been wondering if she’d just dreamed eating all that wonderful food. But with Noah’s hands around her middle squeezing, grabbing, shaking, moulding her fat into different weird shapes of folded and bulging flesh, regardless of how impossible it seemed, she knew she’d definitely put on a lot of weight very quickly. Most of all she wasn’t completely unhappy about it. Right at this moment the embarrassing thrills seemed to outweigh the negatives.

Noah snapped the over taught waist of her pyjama pants with his thumbs showing that there was almost no give in the elastic saying,

“Well these won’t last much longer will they? They’re just not made to contain a girl of your size!” with a grin, before proceeding to wrap his arms around her middle, cupping his hands under her belly, bouncing it up and down like he were gauging its weight.

“Such a shame for someone so beautiful, what a complete and absolute butter ball you’re becoming,” he said shaking his head disapprovingly,

“All this,” he said holding her belly up in the air, “is completely unacceptable!”

Ally gasped as he dropped her belly and it bounced in her lap. She wasn’t accustomed to this amount of fat on her body at all. Every bounce, every jiggle came as a shocking surprise. She couldn’t believe how fat she really was. This had to be a dream surely. She felt positively huge. She was fatter than she’d ever been as a child or teenager. A lot fatter. She still could barely believe it.

“You have got to learn some serious self control before you end up as big as a house!” Noah scolded her, gently giving her a smack on the side of her belly sending a definite wave from left to right across its surface.

“That’s clearly the problem. Lack of willpower and self control,” he said in a patronizing voice.

“B-But you’re the one who keeps bringing me… food,” she found her mouth began to water just at the mention of the word and actually had to pause to allow herself to swallow.

Noah laughed at his, “Oh really? Typical fat girl, blaming other people, Blaming the food, blaming her metabolism, blaming everyone except herself for the fact that she’s turned into a Big!” he poked her belly firmly,

“Fat!” he pinched her chubby arm quite hard,

“Round,” he squished her chubby cheeks together and shook them till her face wobbled.

“Disgusting!” he used his thumb and forefinger to grab a roll of fat down her side and jiggled it, screwing up his nose in a mocking smirk.

“Obese!” he put his hand on her thigh and wobbled it mercilessly.

“Whale!” he gave her seat filling rear a smack causing her pyjama pants to creak audibly under the strain of it wobbling.

Ally was speechless. Her natural impulses to punch him or at least throw him out were being completely subdued by the overwhelming rush of excitement she felt from his teasing. She was so aroused she couldn’t think straight. Noah just smiled at her like he was deep in thought. Ally smiled back nervously, trying to get her heavy breathing under control.

“I have an idea,” he said, “let’s test that willpower of yours shall we?”

He began walking towards the boxes he dropped on the way in. Ally’s face froze and the colour left her cheeks. An audible hungry sounding growl emanated from her tummy despite the fact that it was already stuffed full with a monumental amount of food. He brushed the empty boxes onto the floor and began stacking the new ones at the edge of the table right under her nose.

“Uh… seriously, I can’t eat another bite, I’m full!” she said nervously drumming her pudgy fingers on the edge of the table.

“Well then this will be easy for you then won’t it?” he smirked continuing to stack the boxes until the table was full.

The very second the first box was opened Ally’s face lit up. Her concerned expression vanishing, her eyes sparked as they gazed upon the latest smorgasbord of sinfully sweet and fattening treats placed in front of her. She gazed at a selection of muffins and pies longingly, already licking her lips in anticipation, her mouth watering from the delicious aromas wafting under her nose.

Across the rest of the table there were more cakes and pastries, a wide selection of donuts, chocolates, brownies, a large sugar dusted sponge cake topped with chocolate-coated bananas, a big cheesecake topped with sweet crystalized cherries, and a huge bowl containing enough whipped cream to smother the entire table’s surface. Ally could feel her heart beating, pumping stronger and faster as Noah unveiled each new amazing dessert before her. He set the last box down and then chuckled as he used his finger to place a small dollop of whipped cream on the tip of Ally’s nose. She frowned and immediately wiped it off using the back of her hand, but then couldn’t help but lick her hand clean just for the taste.

Ally was practically champing at the bit, staring across the vast array of desserts in dismay. Her belly churned angrily, it’s gurgles quite clearly audible to both her and Noah.

…it’s all for you Ally, tuck in, don’t be shy… she heard that strange ghostly voice whisper in her mind again. It was becoming an ever more comforting partner in crime, encouraging her sinful behaviour.

Her knuckles when white as she grabbed the edge of the table. She broke out into a cold sweat trying to hold back from the urge just shove her head into the nearest box and inhale it’s contents in one massive gulp.

“Well now porky, let’s see how long you can hold... out,” Noah paused mid sentence as Ally’s chubby hand had already picked up a large chocolate muffin and smothered it in melting butter. Noah’s eyebrows raised and his face cracked into a bemused smirk as Ally brought the muffin to her lips and took a bite, her fat little cheeks blushing red as she shot him a nervous glance. The flavour washed over her, her senses flooded by the pleasurable sensations of eating. She ate politely with Noah watching her so critically, taking small delicate bites, feeling her face flush a little more every time she glanced in his direction.

Noah cocked his eyebrows,

“Seriously? Not even one single second? Nice going Miss Piggy!”

He shook his head in mock disappointment. Secretly though, watching her squirm in embarrassment whilst stuffing her face was turning him on more than anything he’d ever seen in his life.

Ally had already dipped the next muffin in the bowl of whipped cream and took a big bite. Her composure of small lady like bites was dissolving as she got a taste for the muffins. Her belly wasn’t happy that it wasn’t being filled quick enough. Her eyes widened and she grunted earnestly as she crammed the rest of the second muffin into her mouth getting crumbs on her chin. Before she’d even finished swallowing it her other chubby hand had picked up a third.

Noah blinked in disbelief at the sickening display of gluttony before him. Ally clearly wasn’t just having a little taste she was really going for it!

“Jesus Ally! Look at yourself!” Noah cried out exasperated but Ally munched away ignoring him, picking up a fourth muffin with no signs of stopping. He grabbed the base of her overhanging belly flab and shook it, “Look at this! Look at all that disgusting blubber. Aren’t you fat enough already?!”

Ally moaned through a mouthful of chocolate muffin and whipped cream.

Noah smiled slyly and knelt down behind her chair again, sliding his hands back under her pyjamas and resumed squeezing and moulding her fat with his hands. He could feel how much food was still packed inside her huge stomach. He could feel it getting fuller with every swallow.

Still reaching around from behind the chair, Noah grabbed her flabby belly in both hands very firmly. Ally spluttered on a mouthful of chocolate pie in anticipation, and then sighed loudly as he began to shake it up and down. Enjoying the sensation perhaps a little too much she subconsciously pushed her stomach out against his hand.

“God fatty, you don’t even try to suck it in do you? Or is there just too much food in there to manage it now? At least try, do you really think people want to see you flaunt all this flab?” he said jiggling her fat making waves upon waves ripple up and down her front and around her sides. He pulled her fat belly around in a circular motion and then up and down, up and down, bouncing her big gut against her chunky thighs. The jiggling was maddeningly erotic. Ally’s muffled pleasurable whimpers let him know he was on the right track.

He slid his other hand down her back, kneading her soft newly formed rolls of back fat. Then he slid up beside her, with one hand on the front of her belly and one hand on her squishy behind, he began massaging her fat using his palms in large circular motions. Her sides bulged outwards as he squeezed and compressed the fat of her entire body. Her pyjamas creaked from the strain. He made sure that each time he squeezed her big belly he lifted it up a little and then let it plop back down heavily on to her thighs. He gave them a little shake too for good measure. Her large butt cheeks were wobbling independently, lapping gently against the back of the chair inside her creaking pyjama bottoms. Ally’s breathing grew more and more ragged as he continued massaging her fat ever more rigorously, until it felt like every last inch of her was jiggling. Ally gasped from the sensation.

“Don’t stop,” her voice almost squeaked muffled by pastry.

Whatever effects Noah’s hands were having on her one thing was clear. Feeling the entirety of her belly being kneaded, squeezed, massaged and bounced up and down was driving her appetite out of control. Her desire to eat and stuff herself had never been stronger. Ally tried to eat faster and faster, her moans and grunts of desperation became ever more frantic until she started stuffing pastries into her mouth two and even three at a time. Cream was dripping off her chin and on to her the depths of her plump soft chest.

“Holy shit fatty! You’re out of control!” Noah laughed.

Ally paused briefly to catch her breath and refill her bowl of desserts. Her face was now coated in cream, and sugary flakes of pastry. Her chubby arms worked fast and filled her bowl with an entire box of mini croissants coated in icing sugar filled with a delicious chocolate hazelnut paste. Ally’s trembling fat arms were aching from having spent so many hours lifting food to her adorable round chubby face. Noah saw her arm falter as she lifted a hefty slice of cake nearly dropping down the curves of her front. With one hand still playing with her fat he reached over and took another piece of cake and stuffed it into her mouth.

Ally sighed and let her tired arms fall to her sides. She just sat back, opened wide, and let herself be filled, and filled, and filled with food, getting ever more blissfully stuffed and aroused.

“Oh my fatty! You are a hungry one! Yes that’s it, eat up now. It’s not like you’re far too fat already or anything is it?” he said as he pushed a slice of chocolate cake into her mouth messily with his palm.

“Oh God Yes! More! More! So hungry!” Ally moaned.

“Steady on tubby! You’re a total disgrace! This has gone far enough, you are getting far too fat! Do you really want to be one of those girls who get stared at in the street? Someone so fat and wide that passers by can’t help but gawk in wonder?” grinned Noah as he stuffed her with more cake, still barely believing his own words.

That strange deep sinister voice was laughing. Both of them would have heard it this time but were simply too engrossed in what they were doing.

Ally was gyrating her belly subconsciously against Noah’s palm, using her own trembling hands to squeeze the fat over and around Noah’s fingers. With a mouthful of cake her eyes opened wide and she felt herself cry out in surprise. Through her moans she opened ready for Noah to cram even more food into her mouth until finally she collapsed back into her chair from exhaustion.

“So, had enough yet Fatty?” Noah asked grinning.

Ally’s eyes opened wide her face grinning and said,

“I think my appetite might finally be satisfied.”

They both grinned at each other knowingly.

“I still can’t believe how FAT you are! What have we done? You’ve gotten completely HUGE!” Noah said in amazement. He poked her belly with his index finger accusingly.

Ally still feeling high and euphoric merely giggled. Now realising how much she’d missed having all this extra fat in her life she was starting to feel a little happier about her new body. She grinned and poked out her tongue and then replied,

“Hey! Shut up! Okay I accept that my appetite has been a bit out of control and it seems to have made me a bit plump, a little fat even, but don’t call me huge, I am not *THAT* fat!…<hic-cup>” Her sentence was cut short by a soft creaking noise coming from her pyjamas.

Ally’s face went as white as a sheet. Noah’s eyes widened in awe as he felt Ally’s cram packed full stomach bulge beneath his hand.

“What the, oh no, it’s happening again!” she gasped nervously, looking down at her body in fear as a gurgling sound began to come from inside her, and the creaking of her pyjamas grew louder.

“Ally what’s wrong?” Noah asked concerned.

“Uh! Oh! I can’t believe I let it happen again!” Ally panted.

“Let what happen?” Noah asked unable to take his eyes of Ally’s swelling form, as she now appeared to be a little softer and more rounded than a moment ago.

“Um… well… I don’t know, but it started last night. At first I thought I was imagining it, it was so gradual at first but then it got worse, and now no matter how much I eat I just keep getting hungrier, and hungrier, and hungrier. I thought maybe if I just kept going I’d have to get full eventually… but ever since last night instead of getting full… I just seem to get fa…”

Her last word was cut off by a loud gurgle from deep inside her body, now overstuffed with cakes and pies and other assorted treats too numerous to mention. Her creaking clothes were most certainly straining even tighter, small gaps had formed between the buttons of her top across the roundness of her soft tummy.

“…fatter,” Ally finished her sentence nervously.

… Ho! Ho! Ho! It’s time for this fat girl to grow! said the deep voice mockingly.

Noah was speechless as he watched Ally’s fat inflate right before his eyes. Her skin-tight pyjamas protested loudly as her fat was squeezed even more tightly inside them until POP! Went one of the buttons making them both gasp as it skimmed away across the tiled floor.

“Oh God!” cried Ally feeling her fat belly surge out into her hands, bursting another couple of buttons off her pyjama top until the lower section of her belly was completely hanging out uncovered on her lap. She felt her buttocks shift underneath her and felt a few more threads creak and snap. It felt like her entire body was being squeezed into the fabric as she blew up and up, getting tighter and tighter inside the already stretched out garments.

The exposed section of her belly wobbled grossly as it bulged out under the rising inverted V of her pyjama top’s lowest remaining button. It strained the threads until the creaking button turned sideways and dug a small crevice into her fat just above her belly button. The top was lifted up just enough at her sides to be able to see multiple new rolls of fat forming and steadily thickening, the larger ones getting so thick and plump they reached all the way around to her back. There were small folds of fat beginning to form all over her body, at her elbows, her knees, the soft inner tops of her thighs, under her breasts and under her chin as her poor overstuffed body created new places to store all those calories she’d oh so eagerly and greedily stuffed into her belly. The growth slowed and stopped and Ally breathed a huge sigh of relief but was now fatter than ever!

“H-How is this possible?” stammered Noah.

“I don’t know!” Ally said shaking her head in disbelief at what was becoming of her body.

… You know why, Noah, you fed her too much! Now she’s going to be massively porky just like you always wanted… Ally you’re just a fat little glutton who’s about to learn that good girls watch their weight and only bad girls stuff their fat little faces with too much cake and cream…

The voice said this clear as day making Ally and Noah both look at each other. They’d both definitely heard the voice that time but it still seemed like something tucked far away in their subconscious minds. It was as terrifying as it was arousing.

Ally reached out and grabbed Noah’s hands and put them on her exposed belly flesh earnestly.

Noah felt his voice become disconnected from his mind once again,

“Overdone it haven’t you tubby? Made yourself big and round, haven’t you?” he poked her large belly discerningly with his index finger. As he said this sentence the elastic waistband of her pyjama pants groaned and her love handles began to spill over the top of it, her hips were testing the fabric as they widened by at least few inches. Ally moaned as she grew a little more. Noah was barely able to contain his excitement as her fat belly oozed out and around his finger where he had poked her.

“I think maybe you like being a big! Fat! Disgusting! Hippo!” Noah said sternly poking her fat sharply in various places with each word. A gurgling sound emanated from deep inside Ally’s fat, so loud that it frightened her a little. She yelped as she suddenly puffed out, just a little more, but in four distinct rapid little growth spurts causing the sleeves of her top and the legs of her pants to become suddenly quite uncomfortably tight, and then tighter still, painfully tight, and then on the fourth little surge of fat growth her sleeves exploded at the seams and her pants burst open along the outer sides of her thighs. Noah’s eyes gleamed with excitement, had taunting her just made her get even fatter?

… Yes that’s right! And I know you can’t resist. You’re going to make her HUGE! hahaha!... the voice’s laughs continued to echo ... Go on try it again! Make this hungry hungry hippo pay for being so greedy! There’s no use fighting it, you’re going to make her fatter, and fatter, and fatter whether she wants it or not… But we both know she’s going to … LIKE it! Hahaha!

His heart pounding so strongly he could hear it in his ears, feel it in his finger tips, he leaned over her shoulder, looking intently down at her flabby body for any signs of change as he whispered,

“That’s why you’ve been eating all my food isn’t it tubby? You want to be a fat!” Noah watched with glee as her soft white flesh began to increase once again. Ally whimpered in fear as her busted seams ripped open a little more and her fat wobbled as her body became just a fraction bigger and rounder still.

Ally panted desperately,

“No! I don’t wanna be fat! Oooh!” she looked down anxiously, as by saying those words she felt herself flush with embarrassment which seemed to start her swelling up even more, her thighs billowed out inside her pants, pressing and squeezing together at her crotch, ripping and stretching the material until the colour faded and the soft expanses of her flabby white flesh could be seen through them.

Noah chuckled that even her own protests against what was happening to her seemed to turn her on enough to trigger more growth,

“A bit late for that after you ate my bakery clean out of supply! Look at you now, so much blubber you’re becoming a whale!” he laughed, Ally’s face going bright red as he signalled to her deepening bellybutton to imply its likeness to the blowhole of the largest mammal on Earth. With that, Ally’s belly gurgled even louder as the poor fat girl began to grow fatter even faster! Bigger, and bigger! And BIGGER! Noah hugged her in his arms as she swelled, feeling her get even larger, ever softer, much heavier, so much rounder all at once, proceeding to knead and squeeze her belly flab making Ally blush red in the face.

Ally yelped as a seam burst down the inside of her thigh forming a hole a few inches long at the widest flabbiest part of her leg.

“Uh oh fatty’s gunna need a new wardrobe. Looks like this hippo will be shopping at the supersized store from now on!” Noah teased.

Ally’s fat filled her struggling pyjama top bursting another two buttons. Her breasts swelled and swelled too. Two big blubber mounds filling out, wobbling away ungracefully beneath her straining buttons. Her sleeves ripped down her forearms as they too inflated to a much thicker circumference. Her facial features grew noticeably softer and rounder, an exceedingly prominent double chin now. She whimpered as even her hands and feet grew fatter, getting noticeably plumper and softer. She wanted to yell at Noah to stop, she could have easily pushed him off her if she wanted to, but for some reason she didn’t. That same familiar conflict within her was surging up. She had to be well over three hundred and fifty pounds large by now and was on her way to being a four hundred pound behemoth, and yet something about it was so hot she couldn’t bring herself to get him to stop.

Noah reached up and wobbled her double chin and chubby cheeks,

“Aww, fatty can’t hide how much cake she’s eaten, it’s written on her face!” he laughed.

Noah grabbed hold of one of her rather sizeable growing love handles. It was spilling over her groaning waistband more and more with every passing second. He grabbed the equally sizeable roll of flab above it and felt it thicken in his hand, the fold of fat getting deeper by the second and the fleshy bulge increasing in mass as her sides inched outwards wider, wider, and wider, causing her chubby arms to rise up as if she were an inflating balloon.

“I think there’s more fat in one of these rolls than some people have in their entire bodies!” remarked Noah with a smirk.

Noah grabbed a huge armful of belly flesh and created massive waves whilst laughing about her being the only whale who had her own ocean of blubber to swim in. Ally bit her lower lip as the waves crashed all over her body, gasping at how much her belly could move independently of the rest of her and also at the sounds of her fat slapping against other parts of her body. Just how much fatter was she going to get?! Noah grinned cheekily and buried his face into her stomach fat, she moaned loudly as her growth seemed to surge.

The chair she was sitting on was no longer adequate. Large amounts of her fat were spilling off the edges on all sides. She blushed as she felt her amazingly faithful pyjama bottoms finally give up completely and split right down the middle of her enormous butt. The elastic waist finally snapped with a defeated thwack and she sighed as her belly flowed down to almost completely cover her lap.

Ally leant back whimpering, she felt like a massive wobbling fat-filled balloon! Only a couple of buttons remained on her pyjama top and they were creaking dangerously, the gap between them pulled wide apart showing the enticing cleavage of her adorably puffy and massively plumped up bosom. One more of the buttons popped off with such intensity it hit the ceiling. She barely noticed though as she was far more disconcerted by the fact that she was rising up in her seat as her expanding butt fat lifter her higher into the air. Along with her spreading thighs and her arms being pushed out at an ever increasing angle by her widening sides, it made her feel like a human blimp being prepped for take off!

“Oh my god!” she moaned as she ballooned even wider and rounder. The cheeks of her face grew so fat and chubby that she could see them swelling with her own eyes! Noah held his arms out around her sides and puffed up his cheeks to imitate her.

“Gunna eat that much cake and donuts ever again Fatty?” he asked grinning.

“No, please, I know… I’m too fat!” Ally felt her tree trunk thick thighs quivering as Noah shook their wobbly masses. His body was so tiny on top of hers now as he practically straddled her lap and belly. Jiggling her, wobbling her.

Ally looked down at her fuller fatter body with wide terrified eyes, breathing hard sounding like she was on the verge of hyperventilating. There was no way anyone could describe her as merely a little too chubby now. She was FAT! She was Super- FAT! Way beyond being a little too chunky, she was now completely obese! A whopping four hundred plus pound girl! Her large behind spilled completely over the edges of the small kitchen chair practically burying it in her fat. And it was creaking extremely loudly under her weight. Her belly had pressed Noah back into the table a little and he seemed to be enjoying the feeling of her stomach slowly smothering his lap despite the fact that he was telling her how ashamed she should be with herself for eating so much naughty food.

“Look at you my hungry hippopotamus! You’re getting so, so fat! If you get any bigger you could get a job at the circus. You’d be the main attraction!” Noah taunted poking her fat seductively in various places. This put an image in Ally’s mind of a crowd of people staring and pointing at her enormous rotund figure as she waddled on to a rickety wooden stage, her thickening calves barely able to support her mass as she stacked on even more weight. She imagined growing bigger and bigger until the stage completely collapsed and the crowd of aghast onlookers ran screaming.

A crunching sound signalled one of the chair legs breaking as both Ally and Noah went tumbling to the ground.

Ally cried out as the impact of her humungous butt hitting the floor created huge multiple waves of pleasure that travelled over every inch of her flesh, her body continually massaging itself in a vibrating jiggle fest.

“Oh Ally, you massive tub of lard! You’ve gotten too fat for chairs! Whatever are we going to do with you?!” teased Noah using the full length of his arms to create giant waves in her body fat, adding to the undulations slapping against every inch of her body in the most pleasurable of ways. Ally’s fat wobbling cheeks blushed a new shade of red as she imagined her boyfriend returning home from his business trip. What would he think of her now?! She imagined the look of horror and disgust on his face as Noah gleefully scooped up armfuls of her quivering, expanding fat. A bead of sweat formed on her brow. She could feel a climax building rapidly. She could tell it was going to be the mother of all orgasms.

“Oh God! I’m so fat!” Ally trembled, even her voice sounded fatter!

Ally then cried out in a series of loud unintelligible guttural moans whilst grasping wildly at her flab. Unable to contain her passion for a moment longer, with all her might she reached her huge pillowy arms around Noah’s neck and plunged his face into her massive belly smothering him up to his ears. His muffled laugher sent tidal waves of fat crashing all over her belly, and his wriggling body sent naughty ripples of fat travelling up her inner thighs as he was pressed ever more tightly against her.

Noah could still hear Ally’s screams of pleasure through the deep underwater gurgling of her soft expanding flab pressing against his ears. Even with his face buried deep in her fat he somehow managed to reach out with his hand and find an open box of frosted donuts. As if guided by an invisible force he began stuffing them into her face one after another, her muffled moans only intensifying as she gulped them down. They could both feel her weight pinning them down more and more as she grew fuller and fuller. Finally it seemed that Ally’s bottomless pit of a stomach had reached capacity. She lay there panting profusely whilst clutching her belly.

“Aww finally had enough have you piggy?” Noah’s muffled voice taunted cheekily, “Since when has that ever stopped you?” he said winking with a grin that made Ally squirm with delight.

With the last few donuts in his hand, he could barely reach past the dome of her belly and all the fat of her enormous bosom, but somehow he managed to press them into her plumped up round cheeks with the tips of his fingers. Ally was so stuffed that she couldn’t even swallow the last one, her puffy cheeks crammed full proving that not one single extra bite could possibly be forced inside her. The sensation of being so full truly reinforced to her what a glutton she had been. Her eyes darted from side to side as she felt her fat reserves forcefully increase her girth in every direction. A greedy childlike smile formed on her ballooning face as the pressure reached its peak. She began to whimper as another intense wave of pleasure built inside her with the full force of a runaway freight train.

“Ooooo” she cooed through her mouthful in a whimperingly high pitch.

Ally’s pretty eyes fluttered involuntarily for several climactic mind-blowing seconds. A huge guttural moan sent out a spray of tiny donut crumbs. They fell all over her thick double chin and fell down into the deep crevice of her neck and shoulder fat lapping at her ear lobes. In that moment she felt like the fattest woman in the world. She could feel her arms and legs spreading, being pushed outwards as her fat expanded. Her massive dome of a belly pushing out rising up into the air. Noah’s hands had grabbed two meaty fat rolls on either side of her towering belly and she could feel them thickening between his fingers. She could feel every inch of her fattening up to dangerous new heights, even her fingers and toes felt like they were being spread apart as they ballooned with Noah’s sinfully delicious calories.

Ally knew she had truly overdone it this time. She was getting far too fat! She wondered what would happen if she never stopped growing! Thoughts of eating so much she had to be lifted out of her house via a crane whilst shocked onlookers gawked at her enormous body filled her mind. Bigger. Fatter. There was more of her every moment. That thought only seemed to bring things to a head. With all her might she swallowed the last mouthful of donut. Her body creaked and gurgled as if it were struggling to find the room.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she yelped, completely succumbing to her desires to be even fatter. Pounds and pounds of flesh filled her frame as wave after wave of climactic pleasure washed over her again, and again, and again.

Finally exhausted, Ally couldn’t help but laugh incredulously as she lay there on the floor out of breath, her huge plump wobbling cheeks flushing red as she felt her hips spread a little wider and her belly continue to push up into the air. She raised her huge pillow like arms and stared at her plump swelling hands and thickening sausage fingers in complete astonishment. Even they now had their own cute little fat rolls. She hugged and caressed her body firmly as the last few drops of fat were tightly squeezed into her frame. Completely plump and full, completely round. Rotund beyond belief! Stuffed as full of fat as she ever could be. Ally squeezed her enormous body and sighed at how luscious and comforting it suddenly felt.

… Goodbye my gluttonous child. I hope you enjoyed your lesson. Now only time will tell if you can learn to accept your appetite, or if you continue to allow it to haunt you....

It suddenly felt as if a heavy presence had left the room. Noah slowly began to feel like himself again. He stared in disbelief at the sight of his adorably cute neighbour, now as fat and round as an overfed baby seal pup, surrounded by a knee-deep deluge of empty bakery boxes that used to contain all the food that had apparently made her this way.

“Oh my god Ally! Ally! Are you okay?!” Noah clambered to her side and checked her pulse, relieved to find she was just resting and not unconscious.

Ally’s eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him sleepily,

“Mmmm I’m fine. Actually I think I’m better than fine,” she moaned with a satisfied grin. Every slight movement of her new incredible body seemed to bring with it a series of other involuntary movements that were all rather pleasurable. She wanted to explore every last inch of herself but felt too exhausted right now.

Noah helped her up and helped support her, both of them grunting from exertion as the tried to shift her now over six hundred pound body to the couch. Ally was unsteady on her feet, unused to her new size. She sat down, feeling exhilarated as the couch springs protested loudly under her weight and then the wooden frame made a couple of light cracking noises. Fortunately it seemed to hold her.

Ally lay back, she smiled as all her extra body fat seemed to squish up around her. Noah placed a pillow behind her head and asked her if she was comfortable. It reminded her of the first day they met. She remembered how embarrassed she’d felt that day, and suddenly she felt self-conscious again. She sighed with tears forming in her beautiful eyes,

“Well what am I going to do now? I’m hideous!”

Noah felt his heart ache as she said those words. All those things he’d said, he didn’t even know why he’d acted that way. It was a primal urge that he’d never dream of doing consciously and yet somehow it had escaped his control.

All he knew was that right at that moment, he was staring at the most stunningly attractive girl he’d ever seen in his life. He hated to see her so distressed and he had to blink back a tear before it formed. Regardless of the fact that she still had a little cream on her chin, he had never seen a more beautiful sight. To him she looked incredibly gorgeous all round and full like this. Since the first day he helped her limp to the couch and lay down exactly where she now sprawled, he had felt so strongly attracted to her that he’d barely stopped thinking about her since, but now, it was as if her most adorable features had been exaggerated by the extra weight. Her face was chubby like an angel, her cheeks round and her double chin so pleasingly plump.

Not knowing what else to do, Noah sat next to her, took her pudgy hand and squeezed it comfortingly. His arms and hands looked so slim next to hers and she took up so much more space on the couch than he did. Her eyes darted about uncomfortably not knowing where to look.

“Hey, listen to me,” he said drawing the attention of her eyes, she looked at him and seemed to become calm for a moment.

“There is not one thing about you that is hideous,” he said, putting his arm around her and squeezing her shoulder comfortingly, “I’ve always thought you were very beautiful, but right now you are completely breathtaking!”

She brushed her long beautiful autumn brown hair out of her face and looked down confused,

“So even this? It’s not too much?” she said nervously grabbing one of her exposed fat rolls.

Noah gently took her hand and got her to release the roll. Then he slowly pushed her hand back into the roll smoothly, allowing its warm softness to envelop both of their hands.

“Yes, all of this, all of you is completely gorgeous,” he took his other hand and gently squeezed a small roll of fat between them at her side.

“Those things I said before, I don’t know what came over me,” he started.

“I know, it’s okay,” said Ally blushing with a sly smile whispering, “I really liked it.”

Noah smiled back and offered her a blanket to cover herself since she was still a mostly naked ball of blubber but she waved it away feeling too hot, from her exertions and unaccustomed time it took for her new body to release it’s warmth.

Ally smiled and blushed. She’d never had anyone touch her fat like he had throughout the events of the day. It was so strange how she had never once felt truly ashamed about her fat around him up until today.

Her mind raced trying to solve all the problems her new size might cause in her life all at once. Wanting to quiet those thoughts just for now she lit up a joint and took a long relaxing drag. She passed it to Noah as she breathed out and hugged him with her pillow sized soft arms. He snuggled into her warm fat as he took a drag and passed it back. All those nights they’d spent getting to know each other suddenly seemed fresh in their minds, making them feel close and right at home in each other’s arms.

“I was almost exactly two hundred pounds last week, I wonder how much weight I just gained?” pondered Ally.

They both looked over the rolls and bulges of excess flesh on her body for a moment, then a realisation seemed to hit them both. At exactly the same time they each confidently blurted out,

“Four hundred and twenty pounds!” laughing. Somehow they both just knew without even needing to confirm it that she would weigh exactly four hundred and twenty pounds more than she did last week.

They leant back on the couch together, the very second Ally began to relax a little her tummy began to rumble. Both their eyes were drawn to her midsection as the hungry sound became louder. Noah could actually feel the vibrations of her hunger pang sitting next to her.

“Noah,” Ally said slowly sounding a little concerned, then she almost whispered with her eyes wide with worry, “I’m still hungry!”

But behind her worried expression, her eyes betrayed the image of pure unbridled lust as she asked,

“So is there any food left at the bakery?”

Noah smiled, “I’ll be right back,” and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Ally’s face began to beam as she rubbed her enormous belly excitedly wondering what delicious treats she’d get to eat next.

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Ally was a glutton. From her very first words, which happened to be “I want more cake!” to her teenage years she was a chubby little girl. By her twenties she was downright F.A.T! It was at that point she decided to do something about it. She forced herself to get more exercise, and kept her weight at bay by denying herself yummy food and tasty snacks. Her determination won out in the end, and whilst she never could have been called “skinny” she was certainly not fat anymore. She moved cities to make a break from her old fat life, met some new friends, met a boy and eventually they moved in together. She kept her humiliating fat past hidden at all times, not wanting any of her new friends to know what a porker she used to be, it was just too embarrassing.

But as the years went by her lust for food began to catch up with her once again. The occasional binge on pizza here, the occasional tub of ice cream there, second or third helpings of chocolate pudding dessert. Her boyfriend started to notice.

“I think you’re getting a little too chubby lately babe,” he had said to her in bed one morning poking her soft mid section.

Ally was mortified. She looked at herself in the mirror, she still looked the same to her, but through her own eyes she’d always looked a little too fat even when she wasn’t. She sucked in her barely pudgy stomach and let it out again. She went downstairs and opened the fridge, determined to throw out every last bit of fattening junk food. Anything that wasn’t healthy or low fat went straight in the bin. But when she got to a large block of chocolate she’d been saving something stopped her. She just couldn’t do it, it looked so tasty. She broke off a piece and ate it, promising herself this would be the last chocolate she’d eat for a while. The same thing happened when she tried to throw out a large tub of chocolate fudge ice-cream. Her boyfriend discovered her later on the couch sleeping still holding the large empty tub of ice-cream. His presence woke her up and she saw him look up and down her physique worriedly out of the corner of his eye and then leave the room shaking his head. Ally felt her face flush hot with embarrassment and shame. She felt something else too though, something she hadn’t felt in a long time. A curious rush of endorphins filled her mind. In her dreams she imagined herself hugely fat, gorging from tub after tub of ice-cream as her boyfriend watched on in absolute horror and disgust.

Ally was actually relieved when her boyfriend announced that he was going away on a business trip for a whole month. As she dropped him off at the airport she told him, “I’m going to start working out again, I promise! You wont even recognise me when you get back,” she grinned optimistically. How little did she realise the vast underestimation of that statement, if only she knew how things were going to pan out maybe she could have stopped herself.

“That’s awesome, I love you,” he smiled and they hugged goodbye, Ally cringed as his hands sunk into her soft beginnings of love handles a little more than she’d have liked.

As she pulled into her driveway she noticed that the little antique shop next door to their house had a new sign. “Ample Bakery,” it said.

Well that’s just what I need! Ally sighed to herself sarcastically. Just as I’m starting a strict diet a bakery opens up next door, how perfect! She chuckled to herself and tried to stay positive. At least she’d be able to get fresh wholemeal bread, maybe they had other healthy options too.

Once inside Ally immediately attempted to work out. Unfortunately she was so out of shape that she began feeling tired after barely any time at all. She sat back down on the couch trying to catch her breath.

One step at a time I guess, she thought, I’ll get my stamina up over the next couple of weeks I’m sure.

The rest of the morning she spent watching TV and casually surfing the Internet. With no one else around she quickly found herself feeling a little bored and found it hard to motivate herself to do anything else except relax and watch cartoons. Poor Ally was so out of shape that she was genuinely tired from her ten minute workout, combined with the rather early wake-up she’d had to make the airport run for her boyfriend, she ended up dozing off on the couch even though it wasn’t even lunch time yet.

A knock on the door woke her up. She yawned and then groggily pulled herself up to answer the door. Who on Earth would that be? she sighed to herself feeling a little anxious. She really wasn’t in the mood to deal with a stranger, even less a pushy door-to-door sales person.

She opened the door and there stood a young man in a Baker’s hat, he looked a little nervous.

“Hello,” the man said, “Sorry to bother you but I’ve just moved into the shop next door. It’s a bakery… the shop I mean… I’m a baker, I was wondering if you’d mind switching driveways with me? My delivery driver’s truck won’t quite fit around the other side of the shop, and your driveway runs right past my side door. The bags of flour are too heavy to carry through the front, you see. I’d be happy to pay you something for the trouble, it’d just really make things run much smoother…”

Ally smiled listening to him anxiously ramble, she felt instantly much better

“Sure,” Ally smiled, cutting him off, “I don’t see why not.”

“Really? Oh wow thank you so much, that’s very sweet of you. I was really worried I was going to have to pay through the nose before you’d agree to that!” he laughed now looking a little more relaxed as he continued to ramble.

“Seriously it’s no trouble,” she said, “I’m Ally, welcome to the neighbourhood,” she said, putting on her most neighbourly smile.

Ally felt good, she liked to be helpful. The shop’s driveway was only about ten meters further away, and it was a sheltered path so it wasn’t like she’d have to worry about walking a distance in the rain or anything, and whilst it was only ten metres further, she kind of liked the idea that she’d be getting at least twenty metres more exercise every time she used her car.

“Oh you’re a life saver! I really thought I was screwed, I never even thought to check if the driveway was too narrow to take a medium sized truck. Am I rambling? Sorry, I do that when I’m nervous,” the young man said taking a deep breath, after which he looked a lot calmer.

“That’s cool I don’t mind,” laughed Ally.

“Well thanks again, it’s so nice to know I have a friendly neighbour,” he smiled warmly,

“I’m Noah by the way,” politely offering her his hand.

“Ally. Welcome to the neighbourhood,” she said shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” they both said at the same time and then laughed about it.

Ally was smiling as she closed the door, feeling good about herself, and also happy to have made a good first impression with someone for a change instead of allowing her natural shyness to make her feel awkward.

She decided to use the good vibe to try working out again. She did some stretches, a few sit-ups (ouch!), a few squats (already out of breath) and then decided to push herself and do as many jumping jacks as she could stand, she’d only gotten up to about twenty-five before she felt her arms and legs getting tired but pushed herself to continue.

Unfortunately she was already sweating so much from being out of shape that a large drop of perspiration landed on the floor at her feet. Even more unfortunately the tiled floor she was working out on was quite slippery when wet. With the next wide stance jump her foot slipped out sideways from underneath her.

“Fuck!” she yelled as she grabbed her leg in pain with one hand and used her other arm to help lower herself to the ground.

Oh damn! What the hell? This really hurts! she thought, feeling quite stunned and a little shocked at how much her ankle was throbbing.

She tried moving it.

“Aaahh!” she winced. She didn’t need a doctor to tell her she’d sprained it.

She dragged herself over to the freezer to get some ice or a bag of frozen vegetable or something that would suit a make-shift ice pack. Dammit! She cursed as the empty inside of the freezer stared back at her. Grocery shopping had been another thing on today’s to-do list. She slammed the freezer door shut and hobbled back over the couch.

She plopped herself down in a huff. It didn’t feel fair, she’d been trying to be good and this was her reward? On top of all that she was hungry. She sat there sulking in silence for a moment frowning at her swollen ankle.

“What now!” she said with exasperation as she awkwardly turned around and hobbled towards the door. The pain in her ankle was getting worse by the second from aggravating it.

She opened the door standing awkwardly using the doorframe to support her weight.

There stood Noah the baker from next door holding a large box.

“Hello again, hope I’m not interrupting but I just finished making these and I wanted to thank you properly… Good grief are you okay?” he said as he saw her wince in pain struggling to remain upright.

“Yes I’m okay, well sort of, I just hurt my ankle is all…” she winced again.

“Oh my God you poor thing! Quick you need to sit down, don’t put any weight on it,” he said as he put down the box. He offered her his arm and helped her carefully back to the couch.

“Here you need to elevate it to reduce the swelling,” he said as dragged her coffee table closer and put a couple of cushions on it.

Ally sighed in relief as the pain began to subside a little.

“Oh wow that looks bad, is it broken? Should I call a doctor?” he asked.

“No, no, it’s just a sprain I’ll be okay,” Ally said quickly. She wasn’t overly fond of doctors.

“Well, um, have you got any ice?” he asked clearly feeling uncomfortable about just leaving her like this.

“No I’m all out,” Ally said, “I forgot to refill the ice tray last time I…” it was Ally’s turn to ramble.

“Don’t you worry, I have just the thing in my freezer. Make yourself comfortable and I’ll be right back,” he said passing her another cushion to place behind her head.

Before she could even thank him he’d rushed off out the door in a flash.

Ally lay back feeling a little more comfortable, but her mind began to race. She banged her head against the back of the couch in frustration as she cursed her own clumsiness, worrying about how difficult the week’s tasks were going to be with her boyfriend being away. And how the hell was she going to get more exercise and lose weight now? She miserably pushed her pudgy stomach down with the palm of her hands trying to make it look flat. It fluffed out around the sides of her hands and in between her fingers. It gurgled hungrily and she sighed exasperated realising just how hungry she was. It was lunch time after all.

That was when a draft of breeze from her open front door carried the most delightful scent over to her nose. Ally sat up. What was that delicious aroma? It must be from the bakery next door, it really smelt divine. Then she saw the box Noah had brought as a gift and realised that was the source.

She looked at it, her mouth was watering like she’d never known before, the delicious aroma was making her crave whatever was inside the box like crazy. She held her breath and moved her ankle off the table, still wincing in pain, hopped up on one leg and reached over to where he’d left the box.

She opened curiously like it was a Christmas or Birthday present and her face lit up in delight when she saw a dozen assorted donuts all aligned neatly in four rows. The delicious aroma nearly made her giddy. They all looked so good, and she could feel their warmth radiating against the inside of the box. Not knowing where to start she just grabbed the first one on the first row, a large round sugar and cinnamon coated donut with thick chocolate icing. She bit in, the texture of the dough was so perfect, and the sweet icing was incredible. For a moment the pain from her foot seemed to just disappear. Her belly gurgled, enjoying the sensation of the donut filling its cavernous space, but at the same time reminding her that she was still very hungry. She took another bite and breathed in deeply smiling in delight. The centre was filled with more gooey creamy chocolate, sweet just like the icing on top.

“Oh mwy gwad!” she moaned a little taken back by how good it was. She eagerly pushed the whole thing into her mouth with her fingers. It was so good she couldn’t resist immediately picking up a second one and took a bite out of that as well.

Then she heard a door slam from the bakery next door and she suddenly felt very embarrassed to be seen stuffing her face when she should be resting her ankle. Almost in a mild panic, she closed the box, shoved the rest of the donut in into her mouth quickly and dashed back to the couch, trying to lick her fingers clean all at the same time.

The pain from her ankle suddenly came rushing back so badly it made her eyes water.

“Ow! Fuck!” she blinked them back, immediately regretting that she’d risked putting her entire weight on the wrong leg in her rush to sit down again. It felt burning hot now, was a lot more swollen, and even just slightly wiggling her toes was extremely uncomfortable. She threw her arms down to her sides in exasperation that she’d just made her injury twice as bad.

Just as she heard the baker walking briskly up the path to her front door she spied some donut crumbs on her top and madly brushed them off. Unfortunately she hadn’t noticed that her fingers still had chocolate on them and put a nice big chocolate smear right down the middle of her white top. She covered her mouth as she gasped, accidentally putting a smear of chocolate on her cheek as well. She placed her hand on her belly awkwardly trying to cover the chocolate stain.

He started talking just before he got to the door,

“I brought you a couple of cold packs, I keep them in my freezer for when I occasionally burn myself whilst baking. An unfortunate hazard of the job.” he stopped talking when he saw how red her face was.

“Is the pain getting worse, are you okay?” he rushed over and began wrapping the gel filled cold pack in a tea towel he had tucked into his back pocket.

“I… uh…” stammered Ally too embarrassed to say she’d just made her ankle much worse because she was so greedy she couldn’t bear to wait a few minutes before eating his gift.

Noah must have noticed the chocolate stains on her top and cheek because he glanced back at the box of donuts for a split second, but he didn’t say anything. He just knelt down near her ankle with the cold press.

“Well this will definitely help,” he said as he gently slid the cold gel filled press under her heel and wrapped it around her ankle.

Ally sighed with relief as the pain melted away into the coolness. For a moment she just enjoyed the sensation not caring about anything else. As the wave of relief washed over her she let her hand fall to her side exposing the large tell-tale chocolate stain down her front. Combined with the chocolate icing smeared on her lips and cheek and the crumbs next to her on the couch she was quite a sight.

Noah saw this and grinned. He always enjoyed it when people couldn’t resist his baking. He was sure to have at least one good customer at this new location at any rate it seemed.

“Is that better?” he asked.

“Oh so much better, thank you so much!” she smiled shyly, “and thank you for the gift, you didn’t have to do that.”

“It was no trouble at all, I love baking treats for others to enjoy.”

He smiled back, “Well I have to get back to the shop now, but I can drop by in a couple of hours with a fresh cold press in case you need it. Will you be okay?”

“Can I get you anything from the store? Painkillers? How are you for supplies? Do you need milk or bread or anything like that?” he asked helpfully.

“Oh no, I couldn’t ask you to do that. I’ll be fine, really,” Ally said politely not wanting to impose herself.

“Don’t be silly, I have heaps of supplies next door for the shop. Consider it good karma for being so nice about the parking space this morning,” he smiled warmly picking up the large box of donuts and bringing it over to her.

“So… I hope you like donuts, if you do these should take your mind off the pain, they’re freshly baked,” he said casually opening the lid to offer her one. He didn’t mean to embarrass her but he just couldn’t resist watching her enjoy one of his loving made donuts. Ally froze, mortified. The two empty spaces stared up at her accusingly. She quickly took closed the lid and took the box.

“U-Uh yes, t-thanks so much I’ll certainly enjoy those later,” she said quickly, praying that he hadn’t noticed there were two missing, hoping that the burning in the tips of her ears didn’t mean her entire face had gone red (it actually had). Ally couldn’t explain why but feeling that she was on the verge of being caught out for gluttony was exciting her immensely.

Noah of course had noticed exactly how many donuts were missing. He couldn’t help but grin. He watched her reaction carefully as he signalled with his finger to the corner of his mouth to let her know there was something on her face. Ally put her hand to her cheek and became even more flushed as she discovered the icing.

“Looks like you really enjoyed them,” Noah said chuckling as he signal to the chocolate stain on her top.

Ally smiled trying to hide her embarrassment, at the same time she subconsciously pressed her thighs together firmly.

What an adorable little glutton! Noah couldn’t help but grin to himself as he walked back to his shop. I wish I’d known that earlier. I wouldn’t have left that box of donuts so far from the couch. Poor girl could have really injured herself!

Ally listened to his footsteps die away, before eagerly tearing the lid of the box open and cramming the next delicious donut into her mouth. This one was filled with the sweetest jam she’d ever tasted, it was so red it looked nearly fluorescent! She grinned in ecstasy, temporarily forgetting all her troubles allowing herself to just enjoy eating.

The next donut had yellow icing and was equally delicious in its own way. Somehow Noah had managed to put little melted chunks of chocolate all the way through its dough. A chocolate chip donut, that’s pretty genius! she thought grinning as she ate. She began to feel comfortably full after the next donut and so she summoned all her willpower, stopped eating, put the box back on the table and went back to watching her cartoons.

Okay that’s enough for now or else I’ll have even more work to do when I eventually start exercising. She looked at her ice pack wrapped foot glumly, Whenever that might be.

As she watched her cartoons she couldn’t help but eye the inviting box of donuts from time to time. Noah certainly ran an excellent bakery. But she didn’t want too many of them to be gone when he checked up on her later, and she was supposed to be starting a strict diet today.

But then again surely she couldn’t be blamed for wanting some comfort food with this injury… And she hadn’t eaten a proper lunch today… And since she couldn’t stand up for too long she’d probably be having a light dinner, or maybe even skip it all together. So many excuses flowed through her head as her eyes slowly drifted back to the donuts. God they were so good. Be a shame not to enjoy them while they were fresh…

“Ah what the hell,” she smiled delighted with her decision to give in and have another.

And so Ally spent the rest of the afternoon pigging out on donuts and watching cartoons. Just one more she kept saying donut after donut. But one became two which became three and so on. There were only three donuts left by the time she started to get quite full, but that wasn’t enough to stop her. Each donut seemed more impressive than the last. A pink frosted donut actually had little jellied lollies baked right into it!

She was getting VERY full by the time she reached the last donuts. She felt a little uncomfortable, full of regret for eating so much, and all that food had made her quite thirsty but she was feeling too unmotivated to get up. So to cheer herself up she ate the last one anyway. Mmm good she smiled guiltily. Her belly was tight and full against her white chocolate stained top.

As the day slowly dragged on, without the activity of eating to keep her occupied, she began to get restless. The pain in her foot seemed to have returned although not quite as bad as before. The cold pack had warmed up a little and needed replacing. So she just sat there watching the TV feeling a little sorry for herself. For some reason she couldn’t stop glancing at the empty donut box on the table. Despite having eaten so much she found herself licking her lips and craving more, feeling sad that there were none left every time it caught her gaze. She was getting very thirsty, but was also feeling too tired to get up and deal with hobbling.

A bit later in the afternoon a knock at the door startled her. A friendly voice called out,

“Hi. It’s just me, from next door, checking to see how you’re doing, I brought you some supplies...”

Ally quickly hid the box behind the couch in a mad panic and licked her fingers clean.

“U-um, it’s open!” she called out, finding herself to be a little excited on the off chance that those supplies contained something delicious to munch on.

Noah let himself in, “How ya feeling soldier?” he said cheerfully as he placed a rather large number of shopping bags on her kitchen counter.

“Not bad, still hurts like hell though,” she replied with a sigh.

“Well I got you another cold pack, see if that helps,” he handed it to her already wrapped in a tea towel and took the warmer one and put it in her freezer.

“Ah that’s much better, thank you. Uh, what’s in all the bags?” she inquired curiously.

Noah paused, he wanted to blurt out that he’d noticed what a completely helpless glutton she’d been earlier, and how excited he suspected it had made her to get caught out, and now he simply couldn’t help himself, he wanted to have a little fun. But instead he smiled and said,

“Just some essential supplies I thought you might need, and a little feel good food to keep your spirits up.”

He began to fill her fridge with all kinds of food from the plastic bags and then opened one of the larger boxes.

“I figured you probably didn’t feel like cooking so I went ahead and made you a few pizzas. Should be enough here to last you a several days, hopefully you’ll be on your feet again by then.”

The last bag contained a cooler. He carefully brought it over to her and placed it beside the couch.

“There’s some chilled water, save you getting up. You should try to rest your ankle as much as possible, and there’s a little surprise in there too so be careful when you open it,” he winked.

Ally smiled, a little taken back by all the trouble he’d gone to but was kind of excited all the same. Her shopping chore for the week was done and he’d given her most of what she needed to be comfortable.

Just as he left he arranged some of her furniture, a couple of bar stools and a high backed chair a line from the couch to the hallway so that she had something to lean on and support her weight for trips to the kitchen and bathroom.

“Now I couldn’t find any decent painkillers in my medicine cabinet but I happened to notice that little doll there,” here signalled to a cool little figurine who happened to have a hairstyle in the exact shape of a hemp leaf and appeared to be casually smoking a joint, “I was thinking about making some magic brownies later, if you’d like some I thought they might be good for the pain.”

Ally grinned raising her eyebrows, “I think I’m going to really enjoy having you as a neighbour,” she laughed, and so did he.

“Okay there’s some space-cakes in the second box and I’ll bring over the brownies tomorrow when they’re done. Good luck, if you need anything at all don’t hesitate to give me a ring, my number is on the side of all the bakery boxes,” he smiled and left her to it.

Ally curiously opened the box with the space-cake and took a bite. It was as delicious as she expected. The man was a culinary genius! Before long Ally found herself feeling nice and high. It had been a little while since she’d had any weed and it felt like strong stuff. She lay on the couch smiling, happy that her ankle now seemed to barely hurt at all.

Suddenly Ally’s stomach began grumbling hungrily. Despite all the donuts she’d crammed into it that afternoon, she found herself intensely craving more food. The pizza’s looked really good so she warmed up the oven. In the cooler was only a single bottle of water, the rest of it was packed full with ice-cream and several large milkshakes of varying flavours. Also a large chocolate fudge sundae with whipped cream and a cherry on top that looked simply divine.

She almost didn’t know where to start!

A couple of hours later and Ally had made a complete pig out of herself. It was as if giving in to the donuts had pulled the pin on the grenade of her appetite, now she felt free to just let loose into a gorging frenzy. It reminded her of how she used to just eat and eat until she could barely move back when she was a very fat little growing teenager. Before she even thought about what she was doing she’d stuffed herself completely full of pizza, gulped down way too many of the milkshakes and amazingly still found room to stuff the large chocolate fudge sundae in as well. It was so good. Sinful. Almost erotic.

Oh my god I wish I could live like this all the time! she thought to herself with a blissful smile on her chubby cheeks.

A few hours, and several tubs of ice-cream from the cooler later, Ally moaned to herself clutching her swollen belly, feeling so overstuffed that the pain in her ankle was completely drowned out. She fell asleep feeling very content, and a lot happier that she had in quite some time. If only she realised that with every bite of Noah’s delicious food she was becoming more and more addicted. The little glutton of her childhood and teenage years was reawakening into a ferocious food hungry monster.

Over the next few days Noah started dropping by daily to check on Ally. He spent a little longer there with each visit, hanging out to keep her company while she recovered. They started getting high together and spent hours chatting, rapidly becoming good friends.

Since Noah noticed Ally was going through the food supplies so quickly, he always brought more to replenish them, and always included a few of his special brownies. Ally certainly wasn’t complaining. A few binges weren’t going to hurt, in her mind she was happily planning her exercise routine for the day that her ankle was fully healed.

A couple more days of rest and relaxation will do me some good, she grinned to herself as she stuffed a rather large chocolate muffin smothered in butter into her greedy mouth. Truthfully Ally’s ankle was nearly already completely healed, but she’d convinced herself that it was still sore enough not to risk putting any weight on it and so continued to spend all day lazing about on the couch watching TV.

Noah was captivated by his gorgeous neighbour. She was funny and smart, he felt they’d really bonded as friends, but then there was her appetite. She was insatiable. How on Earth she wasn’t twice the chubby size that she was he’d never know. He was also very certain her ankle was better by now, he’d caught her walking normally once or twice, which meant she was kind of slightly exaggerating the injury to make sure she had an excuse to laze around while he brought boxes of food over to her on the couch!

Haha what an adorably lazy little glutton! he thought. He was certainly only to happy to oblige. He just couldn’t help himself from wanting to know how far she was going to take this nearly two week long junk food binge. He found himself becoming a little obsessed. It seemed not an hour went by where he was either baking or at least planning the next batch of delicious treats for her to enjoy in the back of his mind. He found himself dreaming of her eating in his sleep, becoming ever more sinfully greedy and gluttonous, imagining her getting fatter and fatter. Shamefully fat. Disgracefully obese!

And so the days went by. With him bringing her food each morning, her lazing about all day gorging herself on his delicious freshly baked treats, and then the two of them getting high on magic brownies in the evening and hanging out over dinner. They formed such a routine that even long after Ally’s ankle was better Noah continued to bring her treats on a daily basis.

Ally had been having an amazing couple of weeks. She knew it was wrong, she knew she should be trying to get back in shape but a combination of being high all the time, Noah’s food being just so sinfully delicious and tempting, and then even more curiously she’d found herself to be in a state of perpetual arousal. She almost couldn’t believe it, like she was living a dream or an alternate reality. All she knew is that right now she didn’t want it to end. She was becoming more addicted to eating than ever before in her life. She’d noticed Noah’s subtle glances at her waistline, at the plumpness of her thighs. She really had gotten very chubby this year. He seemed especially interested in her body whilst she was eating.

He must think I’m such a greedy fat pig! she thought to herself blushing, but at the same time she curiously felt herself become excited as she thought this. She knew he was too polite to say anything, but she wondered what he thought about her weight behind those big hazel eyes of his. What if she started to get fat from all his cooking? She wondered how big she’d have to get before he said something, or how much fat it would take for him to be concerned enough to stop bringing her food. She felt herself tingle with devious delight for a moment and then promptly shook the thoughts from her head.

No! Just a few more days and I’ll start exercising, she reassured herself.

But Ally’s greedy gluttonous ways did not end after a few days at all. Oh no the little greedy glutton ate, and ate, and ate, filling herself up on junk food more and more with every day that passed. Noah’s strangely addictive sweets made her appetite feel almost completely insatiable. Some days she would find herself snacking constantly from breakfast till dinner without even realising it. As the next week slipped by she began to, well… grow. It was only gradual at first, but her body was definitely gaining weight, and the rate at which she was packing on those unsightly pounds seemed to be increasing with every day that passed.

Ally simply couldn’t help herself. It just felt so good to spend the day getting nice and high and laze about leisurely in her pyjamas as they got slowly tighter and tighter. She knew she’d put on a little more weight but was in complete denial about how really much it was. Never before had she found food so addictive. Binging had become a new kind of euphoric experience. Every time she went more than half an hour without eating something substantial a strange unsettling hunger would wash over her. On occasion Ally was certain she could hear a voice whispering to her. She put it down to indulging in just a few too many space cakes.

…hungry… it would say softly at first, but the longer she went without food the more she could hear it saying, … hungry … mmm sweet delicious food … hungry, Hungry, HUNGRY! HUNGRY!! until Ally would cave in and find herself madly cramming her mouth full of cake and donuts and whatever else Noah had brought her for the day. A repeating cycle of binging and sleeping, and getting high kept her from worrying about her expanding body, the fact that her pyjama bottoms had gotten skin tight and were now completely stretched out to contain her rather large round rear. And without her boyfriend around to make her worry and keep her weight in check she just continued to eat and eat, and grow and grow, relishing every gluttonous moment.

Noah wasn’t fairing much better. Sleep deprived, he hadn’t opened the shop for days spending all his time making treats for his now extra-chubby neighbour. He was as addicted to making food for her as she was to eating. What is wrong with me? Why can’t I stop thinking about her? The way she blushes as she eats in front of me.

Every time Noah tried to do something other than cook for Ally his mind would be consumed by a strange compelling voice. It started out as a whisper but day by day it grew louder and more forceful.

…she’s hungry… it would say … feed her … you need to bring her more food … don’t you like watching your little hungry hippo grow nice and fat? … don’t make her starve! … she’s soooo hungry! … such a ridiculously greedy glutton … she needs FOOD!... NOW!

And so he would find himself slaving away, putting his best effort into making the most delicious tasting treats he could possibly create. He knew it wasn’t healthy for either of them, but he couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed watching the incredibly beautiful girl next door pig out so shamelessly on all his creations. Knowing full well that every new ounce of extra chub on her body was because she couldn’t resist his amazing baked confections made him feel strangely proud, and every compliment she gave him about his food filled him with joy. But now completely exhausted, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and then began loading more cakes and pies into boxes and began to trek towards her house. This bizarre desire to make sure she had plenty of food for the night was driving him onwards. He couldn’t explain why but the thought of her going hungry even for one second was just too much to bear. It was the middle of the night but they were now both used to keeping very unusual hours and he wasn’t surprised to see her light still on, and he could hear the smacking of her lips and small moans of gluttonous hedonistic pleasure before he even reached her door.

“It’s open!” she called through a mouthful of cake upon hearing his footsteps.

He walked in to a familiar sight of empty boxes scattered around, and Ally sprawled out on the couch in her pyjamas gorging away. She sure was getting pudgy. He was sure she had to have weighed at least two hundred pounds by now! The couch creaked softly with every little movement she made.

“I sure am glad to see you cause I am EXTRA hungry tonight,” she laughed offering him a smoke of her joint.

… I bet you are porky … whispered the voice to both of them as Noah took a drag. Ally giggled as she rolled over unsteadily to sit up, the couch groaning a little.

“Ooh! Are those more donuts?!” her eyes lit up.

“Uh yes. They’re still warm,” he smiled bringing them over to her, a smile forming on his face as she earnestly reached her chubby hand out towards the box excitedly flexing her fingers before it was anywhere near within reach.

She took one and giggled with delight as she pushed it into her mouth and ate it in less than three bites.

“<Gulp!> Oh god yes!” she laughed as she washed it down with a vanilla butterscotch milkshake and picked up another one.

Noah was captivated by this display. He stood there speechless as Ally proceeded to consume the entire box at break neck pace. How anyone could eat so much at once was beyond him. With the last bite she leant back on the couch,

“Thanks Noah, they were delicious…” she murmured sleepily before drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

… Well those didn’t last long! Come on you better get cracking! …

The voice was so clear Noah actually looked behind him to see if there was someone there. But the door was closed and no one else in the room. Noah put it down to being sleep deprived. Ally began to murmur something in her sleep.

“Hungry…” Ally whined in a slightly irritable voice, “…but why can’t I eat more? It’s not fair! I’m so hungry! Please let me eat more!” and she rolled over and went back to snoring gently.

The compulsion Noah felt to satisfy that hunger was so overwhelming he found himself legging it back to the bakery and began switching on every piece of cooking equipment he had. Perspiration formed on his brow as ovens began to warm the room. Despite his exhaustion he began madly preparing ingredients. He rolled dough, beat eggs, stirred mixtures and his huge ice-cream machine churned away in the background. A huge cloud of flour hung in the air from his almost manic like movements. His mind was racing but the thoughts were circular and not leading anywhere.

… she needs more … over and over was all he could think.

He spent the rest of the night loading up her living room with boxes and boxes of desserts while she slept. There was enough to feed a large family for a week but he kept making more and more desserts until finally he collapsed around dawn in an exhausted heap on his kitchen floor.

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This rather dark children's story was one of the first pieces of fiction involving weight gain I ever recall reading. I would have been about eleven years old at the time. It's by a rather famous Australian children's author (I won't include his name here cause this is a weird fetish page that I'm sure he'd rather not be associated with). As I child I was a huge fan of his books, and was delighted when his stories were turned into an ABC TV show called Round the Twist. It was such a shame this story was never turned into an episode.


Chapter One

IS that a tape recorder, doctor? Is it switched on? Good. I’ll tell you how all this happened. There’s nothing you can do to save me. No one can help me now. So I’ll tell you how I got into this mess.

I’m not in any pain. I’m just crying because I’ll never eat another meal. No more fried chicken. No more potatoes or pasta. And no more chocolate, cakes, donuts or pies.

I didn’t look like this before. I was a very pretty girl. A bit plump. A little overweight. Some people even called me fat. Well I couldn’t help it. I needed a lot of food. I was born hungry. I had a big appetite.

It was all right for skinny people. They didn’t feel hungry. I felt hungry all the time. I needed a lot of food.

When I was fourteen it was especially bad. I was a growing girl and I was always hungry. Everybody tried to stop me eating. My parents tried to put me on a diet. The teachers tried to stop me going to the canteen.

One teacher was really bad. She wrote to my parents, telling them not to give me any money. She said that I was spending it all on junk food.

Her name was Kerr—Pamela Kerr. I hated her. I hated her because she stopped my canteen money.

I hated another person at that school. A kid called Jan Mead. Jan called me names. Names like Fatso, Fat Stuff, Lard Ass and Skinny. She thought it was so funny to call me Skinny.

But I taught Mrs Kerr and Jan Mead a lesson. A lesson that they didn’t forget in a hurry. It was their own fault. They shouldn’t have picked on me for being fat.

The trouble started when we moved to a new house. There was a house in the town that my mother always liked. It was very old. It had history. That’s why my mother bought it. She liked old things.

We were told that an old woman lived there long ago. Her name was Mother Scarrow. She was able to cure sick people. This was in the days before there were doctors. Sick people came from everywhere.

Mother Scarrow had all sorts of cures. She had bottles of herbs and potions. She could cure anything. Mumps, chicken pox, pimples, even bad breath—she could cure the lot.

One day the people in the village killed her. They said she was a witch. They broke into her bedroom and killed her with sticks. A week later everyone in the village died. A terrible disease killed them all. Mother Scarrow couldn’t help them. She was dead.

I didn’t believe that Mother Scarrow was a witch. They probably killed her because she was old and ugly.

My bedroom was the room in which Mother Scarrow was killed. I wasn’t scared about that. I didn’t really believe in witches or spells, so there was nothing to be scared of.

But I wasn’t happy in this house. Not because of the witch, but because I couldn’t get food. That rotten teacher Mrs Kerr told my mother not to give me money. She said I needed to lose weight.

I was starving. My mother put me on a diet. I was only allowed to have three eggs for breakfast. No chocolate, no cakes. Three sandwiches for lunch and no milkshakes!

It wasn’t fair—I needed food. I thought about food all the time. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I saw food in my dreams. Lovely food, like buns, roast chicken, chocolate cake, spaghetti and apple pie.

I had to do something. I was going crazy! I went to the bank and took out all of my spare cash. I went to the shop and bought fifteen bars of chocolate. Then I went to my room and looked for somewhere to hide them and the rest of the money.

The walls of my room were made of large bricks. One of the bricks seemed loose. I took out a knife and started to dig all around it. It soon came out. I looked in the hole. There was something in there.

It was a book, a very old book. On the cover it had a word that I had never seen before. It said ‘FPELLF’.
Inside were pages and pages of handwriting. It was shaky writing. It looked as if someone old had written it. It was smudged and hard to read.

At first I couldn’t understand any of it. The spelling was wrong. Then I realised something. None of the words had the letter ‘s’ in them. Where there should have been an ‘s’, there was and ‘f’.

I looked at the cover again. It said ‘FPELLF’. It meant ‘SPELLS’.

I had found Mother Scarrow’s book of spells!

Chapter Two

I spent a lot of time reading that book. It was slow work, but at last I got the hang of it. Every page had a different spell. There was a cure for every illness you could think of.

Some were spells for things that were not sicknesses at all. There was one for fixing long noses. Another was for ugly faces. One page had a cure for bad dreams.

Then I got a shock. One page was about fat people. I read it carefully. I thought it would be about diets. It wasn’t. It was a spell to make you thin. But you could eat as much as you liked!

There was a black feather pressed flat between the pages. It had been there for hundreds of years. The book explained what to do with the feather. It would help you to lose weight.

The book told you to eat a big meal. Anything you liked. Then you had to pick up the feather and write
someone’s name. The name of someone you didn’t like. This person would get fatter but you would stay thin. You could write the name in the air, or anywhere else you liked. Your enemy would get the fat from the meal!

I didn’t really believe in spells, but I liked the idea of this one. I had lots of enemies. There were plenty of people I would like to make fat. All those people who had called me names. I could pay them back.

I picked up the feather and looked at it. If only the spell was real! I could become thinner and make everyone else fat. I decided to give it a try. I picked up some more of the money I had taken out of
the bank. Then I went down the street to the shops. I went in to Fred’s Cafe. I sat down at a table and ordered a meal.

It was a big meal. I started with chicken soup. Then I had a rump steak with eggs, chips, vegetables and onions. I was still hungry so I had more. I ordered a mixed grill—two chops, sausages, eggs, bacon and a salad.

After this I was ready for dessert. I had a piece of apple pie, a plate of ice-cream and some cheesecake.

My money was nearly gone. So I finished up with two cups of coffee, a milkshake and six cream buns.

I felt full. My belt was tight. My stomach was sticking out. I had to undo a button on my jeans. I felt a bit sick. Then I did a loud burp. That made me feel better.

I picked up the feather and wrote a name in the air with the feather. The name was Jan Mead. She was the kid who had called me Fatso.

Nothing seemed to happen. Then I looked at my belt. It was loose. I had to do up the button on my jeans. I didn’t feel sick now. I felt hungry again!

Chapter Three

THE next day was Monday. It was a school day. For once, I really wanted to go to school. I wanted to see what had happened to Jan Mead.

Jan was away from school. I was disappointed. Then I found out why she was away. She had a bad stomach ache. She was very sick. The doctor said that he had been greedy. What a laugh!

Now I knew the witch’s spell worked.

Every day I ate as much as I could. I ate big meals—very big meals. After each meal I used the feather. I wrote Jan’s name with the feather. I had some great meals. Trifle, chocolate cake, cream sponge, jelly. I ate everything that is unhealthy.

I started to lose weight. I became thinner and thinner. My parents were very pleased. They thought I was on a diet. They gave me my pocket money back. They were pleased that I had changed my ways.

Jan started to put on weight. She became fatter and fatter. She didn’t call me Fatso any more. People started to call her Fatso. She became very large. She had to buy new clothes. Her old ones wouldn’t fit. Soon she was the fattest girl in the school.

Jan went on a diet. She had to eat healthy, boring food like carrots and apples. I almost felt sorry for her until I remembered what she had called me. I remembered how she used to tease me. I kept eating big meals and writing her name with the feather.

I started to get too thin. I didn’t want to fade away altogether. I decided to use the feather less often. I only used it on junk food. Chocolate, chips, those sorts of things.

I didn’t use the feather on good food. If I ate an apple I didn’t use the feather. If I ate rubbish I did. In this way I developed a healthy body. Jan grew fatter and fatter

Next Jan started playing truant. She would not go to school because the kids all teased her for being so fat.

In the end Jan got into big trouble. Her parents said she was sneaking food out of the refrigerator. They had a big row. Jan ran away from home. But the police caught her. They brought her back. That taught her a lesson.

I’d got my revenge on Jan. But there was another person I wanted to punish—Mrs Kerr, the Maths teacher.

This teacher had been giving me a lot of trouble. She gave the class a Mathematics test. She only gave me thirty marks out of one hundred. I was bottom of the class. She said I hadn’t done my homework.

It wasn’t my fault. I had been out to dinner. I went to a Chinese restaurant. I had a big meal. I took three hours to eat it. There was no time for homework.

I decided to use the feather on Mrs Kerr. I started at once. I wrote her name after breakfast, lunch and dinner. I just used snacks to keep my own strength up.

Mrs Kerr was not as easy as Jan. She stopped eating when she found she was getting fat. This made it difficult for me. I had to eat more and more.

I ate at every chance I got. I ate in bed, I ate on the way to school, I ate at school and I ate on the way home.

I had huge meals. My parents didn’t care anymore. I wasn’t fat so they let me eat what I liked. My plate was always heaped up. After each meal I wrote Mrs Kerr’s name with the feather.

At last the spell began to work. Mrs Kerr started to get plump. It was getting to her. She was worried. Her face became red and she walked around shaking her head. She didn’t know why she was getting fat.

Mrs Kerr had a little sports car, a red MG. Every day she drove to school in this car. She loved it. She was always showing it off. The boys thought her car was terrific. They thought Mrs Kerr was terrific too, just because she was good looking.

But I fixed all that. I fixed it for good.

I used the feather all day every day. Mrs Kerr became so fat that she couldn’t fit into her car. It was too small for such a fat woman. She sold the MG and bought a bike. It was funny to see her riding to school on a bicycle. A great fat woman on a tiny bicycle. She could hardly stay on it. She thought the exercise would help her to lose weight. Fat chance!

Chapter Four

A year went by. My body was in good shape. I had a good figure. I had large breasts and a thin waist. I was very healthy, and pretty.

I was fifteen years old. I started to notice boys. One boy in particular. His name was Sam. He was very good looking.

I decided to ask him out. I asked him to go out to dinner with me. ‘No’, he said, ‘you are too vain. You’re always talking about your body, how much thinner you are than everyone else. Looks aren’t everything, being thin isn’t everything. You should care about whether a person is nice. Not whether they are good looking.’

What a nerve tuning me down like that! I went red in the face. It was embarrassing. I decided to teach him a lesson. I decided to use the spell on Sam.

‘Looks aren’t everything’, he had said. We would see about that.

It was the school holidays. I went home and ate. I ate all day, and most of the night. Then I used the feather. I did this all day for two weeks. I just ate and wrote his name with the feather. I was mad with him, really angry.

When I got back to school I saw that Sam was no different. He still had a good figure. l found out he was doing exercises. He ran to school. He jogged in the mornings. He did push-ups, and sit-ups. He went to football training twice a week. He was fighting the weight, fighting me.

I wasn’t going to let him win. I ate more and more. I ate until midnight every night. I used the feather all the time.

In the end Sam started to grow chubby. He couldn’t exercise while he was at school. But I kept eating. And writing his name with the feather. He grew as fat as Mrs Kerr and Jan. He was my biggest victory.

The funny thing was that everyone still liked him. He was still popular, even though he was fat. I couldn’t understand it.

The truth is I still liked Sam myself. He was always joking and smiling. I was crazy, but I decided to give him another chance. I decided that I would tell him how to lose weight. Then he would be grateful. He would want to go out with me.

I went up to him in the school canteen, ‘Sam’, I said. ‘I can help you to lose weight.’

He looked interested. ‘How?’, he asked.

Then I made a big mistake. I told him all about the feather. He listened until I had finished. Then he said, ‘That’s ridiculous. I don’t believe it. And even if it were true it would be mean. It would be the meanest thing in the world. And you would be the meanest person in the world.’

‘But I can help you!’ I told him. ‘If I stop using the feather you can be thin again!’

‘That's not funny’, he said. ‘It’s a bad joke. Leave me alone.’ He turned around and walked off. He gave me the finger.

I decided never to tell anyone else about the feather. No one would like me. I would be unpopular.

Later that day I saw Sam talking to Mrs Kerr. I could tell that they were talking about me. He was tapping his head with a finger, like you do when someone is mad, or stupid. He thought I was crazy. I started to feel scared. I didn’t want to get caught using the feather. I had made three people fat. They could make a lot of trouble for me.

At lunch time I noticed Mrs Kerr watching me. She was watching me eat my lunch. I knew what she was thinking. She was wondering how I could eat eight pies for lunch and still stay thin. I didn’t use the feather. I didn’t want to get caught.

I was feeling a bit low. Depressed. To cheer myself up I went out for dinner. I went to the Chinese restaurant again. Chinese food was my favourite. I sat down and ordered my meal. This is what I had: Chinese soup, sweet and sour chicken, fried rice, prawns in batter, fish with bamboo shoots, and pork with vegetables. For dessert I had two plates of ice-cream and ten banana fritters.

I looked up and saw Mrs Kerr sitting in the comer, watching me.

All she had for dinner was a plate of soup.

I was so full I felt sick, but I decided that I would have to be careful. I dragged my overstuffed self to the lavatory and wrote Sam’s name there. I felt better.

When I returned Mrs Kerr looked at me with pity. She probably thought I was bulimic. Ha!

From that point on I kept the feather hidden. I only wrote with it where no one could see me. In my bedroom with the door closed. Or in the lavatory of a cafe.

For the next three years I kept my secret. I kept Mrs Kerr and Sam fat. I wrote Mrs Ker’s name on Monday, Sam’s on Tuesday. This left me five more days for other people.

I used the feather every day for three years. I used it on all sorts of people. I even used it on a dog. The old lady over the road had a dog. It was a real pest, always barking and yapping. It was a Corgi, named Charlie.

I used the feather on the Corgi for two weeks. It got so fat that it couldn’t walk. It just sat there panting on the door-step. Then it died. The vet said that the Corgi died from a strained heart. He said its heart just couldn’t keep such a fat body alive. The old lady bought another dog. It didn’t yap so I let it live.

I will only tell you about one or two more of my victims. There were too many for me to remember them all.

One was Mr Peppi. He owned an ice-cream shop. I asked him for a Saturday job. I thought I could get some extra food without paying for it.

‘No,’ he said. ‘You have bad manners. You would put the customers off. And you have an eating disorder. Everybody knows how much you like to binge and purge. I would go broke!’

He did go broke. I sent him broke. I made him into the fattest ice-cream man in the country. His wife said he was eating the ice-cream. She thought that was why he was fat. They had a big fight. Then she left him and went to live somewhere else.

Mr Peppi was heartbroken. He didn’t open the shop. He just sat there looking out of the window.

The feather was good to me. It was useful. I could punish anyone who was bad to me, any enemy at all.
I even used the feather to help the country. I liked basketball. I often went to games. I wanted my team to win the championship. So I started trying to make the best players from other teams fat. It took many months to work. Oh boy did I eat a lot! I felt like I was training as hard as the players!

At last I started to see results. One player in particular was said to be destined to become the next Michael Jordan. Shame he didn’t play for my team. By the end of the season he’d gotten so fat he could barely jump a foot off the ground! He was dropped from the team. I took out three more key players over the next year and my team started to win like never before. We won the championship. All thanks to me!

Chapter Five

FOR four years I ate and then wrote a name with the feather. But yesterday things started to go wrong. It was my birthday. I just turned eighteen.

My parents gave me a big party. Lots of food and drink. I ate as much as usual. Then I went upstairs. I wanted to write a name with the feather. I was feeling bloated.

Just for fun I wrote the name of the Prime Minister. Nothing happened. I still felt full. A bit ill actually. I
wrote another name—still nothing.

I didn’t worry too much. I let out my belt two notches. Then I went back to the party. It was no good, I felt sick. I went back upstairs to my room.

I went over to the mirror and looked at myself. I was getting a pot belly. My stomach was sticking out, hanging over my belt. My legs looked fatter and so did my arms. Even my face looked chubby.

I started to get nervous. Maybe the spell didn’t work anymore. I would have to go on a diet. A big diet. It
would be hard. For four years I had been eating enough to feed an elephant. It would be hard to stop.

I went to the hiding place and took out the Book of Spells. I decided to read it carefully. Maybe I had done something wrong.

There were a lot of spells. Hundreds. I read them all. Some I had not read before. At last I came to the back page. Something was written in small letters. It was difficult to read, but I kept going.

What I read made me frightened. Terrified. The last page told how long each spell lasted. The fat-people spell lasted four years. Then after four years the person who used the feather would get ALL the fat back from ALL the people. Four years of fat. I was going to get it all back!

I crawled over to the mat. I started to do push-ups. Some jumping-jacks. My boobs bounced so much they snapped my bra! Then I ran up and down the stairs. Tried to run up and down the stairs, that is. My thighs were getting so big I could hardly waddle. I was in a panic. I didn’t want to get fat again. Not after all I had been through.

It was no use. I was getting fatter all the time. I was swelling up like a balloon. My hands looked like rubber gloves that had been blown up. My belt burst. All the buttons popped off my top. My jeans split down the seams.

I felt very tired. I lay down on the bed. I creaked under my weight. I was getting bigger by the minute. My legs were expanding. My skin was tight. I felt as if I were going to burst. I could see myself getting larger as I looked.

My belly began to rumble. My shoes burst open. So did my socks. My toes sprang out like fat bananas. I was twice as big as before. Double the size. Triple. I kept growing bigger and bigger. Nothing could stop it.

All my clothes split off. I was like a naked, fat pig. The legs on the bed broke. The bed fell to the floor with a bang. I thought I would stop growing soon but I didn’t. I just kept getting fatter, and fatter. I remembered how much had I eaten over the past four years and began to blush. I could feel all those calories inside me now making me as big as a circus fat lady. I had really over done it. I’d been so greedy. Abused my power.

I grew as big as a cow. Then an elephant. I couldn’t move. I just lay on my back on the floor like a beached whale. ‘Help, help!’ I screamed.

My parents ran up the stairs. They couldn’t get in the door. I took up the whole room.

My head was like a pea on a pumpkin. It was squashed up against the roof. My left leg crashed out of one of the windows. It filled up the whole window frame. I could see a face in the other window. It was yours, doctor. You can’t get in, but at least you have been able to get a tape recorder and record my story.

It is hard to breathe. There isn’t much air left. The whole room is taken up by my bloated body.

I am the fattest woman in the country. In the world. In the universe!

Well that is my story. That is how I got like this. I can hear men taking the roof off. Other men have gone to get a crane to lift me out.

It’s no use, is it doctor?

I know it’s no use. I can’t last long. My heart won’t stand the strain. I’m going to die. Soon.

I hope everything I have said is on the tape recorder. It’s important that you get my story. I want the whole world to know what happened. At least I will be famous.

My chest hurts. I have a bad pain. I’m going. I’m dying. These will be my last words:
This rather dark children's story was one of the first pieces of fiction involving weight gain I ever recall reading. I would have been about eleven years old at the time. It's by a rather famous Australian children's author (I won't include his name here cause this is a weird fetish page that I'm sure he'd rather not be associated with). As I child I was a huge fan of his books, and was delighted when his stories were turned into an ABC TV show called Round the Twist. It was such a shame this story was never turned into an episode.

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New story out y’all ;)

A sexy dark little tale involving feedism, fat teasing, extreme weight gain, force feeding all set in a surreal dreamlike state where a sexy young fat girl’s darkest desires can come to life at the hands of a sinister antagonist.…
I'd just like to say thank you to all the fans of my weight gain stories, and an extra special THANK YOU <3 to all those who have purchased something from my e-junkie store.

Being a full time student with with no income support has been tough, but the small amount of income I've gotten from these stories has totally allowed me to scrape by and continue following my dream of becoming a world class audio producer/mixing engineer. My days of being broke will hopefully be coming to an end soon, I've just got to make it past the next 3 months of university and then I can rejoin the workforce and start living like a normal human being again :)

To express my gratitude I've posted what I believe is one of the hottest weight gain teasing and expansion sequences I've ever written for free here on deviantart. Enjoy!

Jess' Fattening Fantasy

There's several more juicy dreams and vivid fantasies continuing throughout the rest of the story but this one was my favourite and I decided that everyone should be able to read it.

Thanks again everyone! Who knows? In my audio production capacity maybe someday I'll get the resources together to turn one of these stories into an audio book with sound effects and sexy dialogue, now wouldn't that be exciting? :)
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therealhamplanet Featured By Owner 1 day ago  New Deviant
Thanks for watching!
Drewpocalypse Featured By Owner Aug 17, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thank you very much for watching~
im glad you like my stuff enough to stick around ouo/
noarthereonlyfat Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2016
you're very welcome :)
TB-Arts Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2016  Student Digital Artist
Thanks for the fave! Love your stuff too.
noarthereonlyfat Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2016
Thanks and you're welcome :)
SenorX007 Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the watch good sir
Might I ask why you watched me?
noarthereonlyfat Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2016
I also write weight gain fiction, I was just checking out your stories.
SenorX007 Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Any of mine you like?
noarthereonlyfat Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2016
Sure the Devil's Food series is fun.
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Thanks for the favs and watch, appreciate it!
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